Lyrics:
you need more?
Do you need more?
You're starting a fire burning floor by floor
Do you need more?
Do you really need more?
The die is cast and the battle
thing I rep is Weapon X, fuck the rest
Rack It Up, Stack It Up, Clap It Up
Middle fingers in the air if you don't give a fuck
Rack It Up, Stack It Up
You'll get over bine (Bands)
The ting jams up, just cock it back (Glee)
Opps shoot first, tell bro-bro
"Knock it back" (Boy, boy)
I know you're not like
on the streets, you'll get over bine (bands)
The ting jams up, just cock it back (glee)
Opps shoot first, tell bro-bro, "Knock it back" (boy, boy)
I know
feels like magic
Oh when you need a rush
I'm gonna give u tongue
You gonna na speak Spanish
But the way you hold me down
Make my body charge up like
A wise man gave me a strategy
I listen up because I know the man is not a fool
The strategy he gave me was to branch out
A simple strategy for my
My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]
[Woodie]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas,
getting the picture
Give me a break and let me raise the stakes
Might be the best thing ever or a great mistake, but hey
Don't know where to stay
But hey
bite
So here's a lesson of what the don art is
Taught by the big you know, Prince of Darkness
Stop, hold up, pause, quit
Change the groove
Went through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident
And bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half
So stop faking the funk and start shaking your
you are
You lip-sync these jams 'cause you're
Far from a superstar
And if you're lonely, 'ho, I ain't
The one who gives a damn, 'ho
I like it solo, no
the passage of the word of God that says, and I quote
When men are cast down
There is a lifting up for us uwo uwo
Chineke Mee Emekwara nke oma you Sabi eme
I
Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy
Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies
Like um, Ralph Malph to Potsie, Brooklyn
let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas
of toys on the back of your sleigh
You hit your girls house, one by one
Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin
You trick, don't come around me
I give the streets motivation I know the hood embraced it
I get a big blue an Chase it
Roll up a backwood and face it I had to switch it up change
good, mess you up bad
Make you fall harder than you ever had
Did you give it all you got?
'Til your heart went snap, crackle, pop
'Cause somebody told
them lips
While silky passin by
A pretty thing
Whose body sing
And face bright up the sky
I stand a spell
Cinch in my belt
And brushen off my slacks
[Intro]
[Thurgood of PJ's]
Yeah, get up, get down
That's what P Funk say
[Snoop]
Get your money man, it's hard out there
It's hard out there,
Hold up hold up yeah, yeah
Hold up hold up yeah, yeah
Hold up hold up yeah, yeah
You're listening to The Legion
Give me that million dollar beat
Before the planet blow up
I gotta pray everyday- hand to hand with the vultures
Ya man focused….dig?
Tage:
The passion passed down by bout five wise
pump, pump me up)
Quick like a reflex, written like a school text
OMB, slap the bass, Rosco, bust the flex
All you posses, come on and give it up
the champagne glasses
Life of a champion
All holy everything
Still I'm a savage
Committed to the dream I'll never give it up
(Give it up)
Oh you wanna intervene
up by her roots to grow
Her mother knew only pillaging, of empty bottles, promises and barrels
She never knew her father, now long dead, or wild,
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